Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Take it all in... Jamie was well aware of how trivial this current predicament is. As usual, the boy maintained his faltering veneer of listlessness in his futile endeavor to conceal his ever-growing chagrin. Two individuals linger in this room with him, one living, one dead and the mere presence of their auras being palpable to the young empath's supernatural senses. His self-inflicted apprehension throughout the duration of this supposed lesson has slightly debilitated his senses. By now, Jamie had familiarized himself with the ambience of Malakai's soul in their brief moment together. It goes without saying that this one is a benevolent soul and as such, the boy speculates that Malakai is accustomed to perpetual feelings of uncertainty as is typical of altruistic ones. The same can be said of Manirak, although his way of conveying affection is obviously incompatible to someone like Jamie.
Take it all in... it was the least Jamie could do for Malakai, and before long, almost all traces of consternation would have been vanquished from the deepest recesses of the bespectacled medic's psyche. Jamie took his seat accordingly just as the small, dark-purplish phantasms seemingly seeped their way into the boy's body. Yet he remained stoic for he was no stranger to such detrimental concerns. The boy merely gazed at his mentor closing door and the ethereal entity that is Manirak, nonchalantly phasing through the otherwise solid dimension of the door soon after closing. As anticipated, Malakai's aura is one that perpetually generates feelings of anxiety and restlessness whenever finding himself in a social situation... and take it all in the boy did. It was almost tangible to Jamie, the knowledge his mentor intended to share with him as if the array of carefully arranged and vibrant concoctions were not enough evidence. As such, Jamie readily eliminated such obstacles hindering the man from achieving his objective.
Meanwhile, Manirak took the opportunity to drift closer to Jamie just as Malakai inched closer towards the table. "My goodness Qaniit, you should really be more attentive. You have the ability to see souls, boy you better use it to your advantage!" Manirak asserted, prompting the boy to glance over him and nod solemnly. "More importantly my little hunter, it would do you good to start predicting the prey's movements a little better. You kinda exposed me a bit there" Admittedly, Jamie practically and vividly allowed Manirak's presence to disturb him even amidst Malakai's presence which therefore resulted in confounding the unassuming human when it could have easily been prevented. Additionally, Jamie had also been too preoccupied with the pleasant aura emanating from Malakai to even acknowledge Manirak's intention to surprise him, that much the elder spirit could discern. Manirak then directed his attention towards Malakai. "Say, the big man kinda talks like you doesn't he?" Manirak promptly commented shortly before Malakai finally initiated the lesson.
Just as Jamie intended, Malakai began showcasing more self-assurance with his words. Before the boy knew it, the feeling of satisfaction in witnessing the older man's voice gain momentum soon took precedence over the listening to the lesson's contents. "Listen to him boy!" Manirak suddenly instructed, prompting Jamie to blink a few times in succession shortly before putting his auditory nerves to good use. At this point, Manirak may as well be the instructor and Malakai his assistant. The boy then began to engross himself in Malakai's teachings, only to be quickly followed by an inquiry which prompted his eyes to widen. Considering that Jamie's full attention to the lesson's details were not met until the last couple sentences, he could only present Malakai a bewildered gaze prior to hastily and frantically skimming his eyes through the curious assortments of magic in a bottle.
As such, Jamie chose the natural course of action and examined the collection for the most visually appealing compound to select. Having without a doubt, omitted Malakai's suggestion to refrain from scrutinizing the mixture from color alone, the boy promptly shot an arm out and pointed at the particular bottle that caught his attention from the very start. It was a rather offbeat looking mixture of red, blue and green orbiting against each other whilst emitting a neon glow. Jamie himself could not deny his curiosity as to why that specific blend possessed this peculiar amalgamation of colors that befitted sugary confections much more than it did a medicinal compound. Whilst he maintained the pointing position, Jamie once again redirected the bluish hues of his eyes to Malakai's hazel ones, initially awaiting for his mentor's to take over as usual. Mere seconds later, Manirak intervened once again "The big man asked a question did he not?" Just as Jamie began to feel at ease with the lesson, the spirit just had to remind the boy that he is in fact, being observed.
It did not take long for Jamie to clear his throat in preparation for the inevitable. "Erm...I w-want to ask..." Jamie then paused for a brief moment, the strain on his outstretched arm still pointing at the bottle now clearly displaying signs of trembling. "...Mmmm... the c-color... is th-there a reason it is like that?" Soon after finishing his question, Jamie retracted his arms back to his lap and shifted his eyes away from Malakai. At this point, Jamie anticipated more unneeded emotions to arise from within Malakai's psyche and as usual... he was prepared to take them all in.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Confidence was ever growing for Malakai as he stood, spotlighted in the room as the teacher of the lesson. Familiarity and supernatural forces were taking effect, the usually bashful man finding his voice to be unwavering albeit the occasional, brief pause to reassure his voice and ponder the following words. These topics were the young warlock's forte on account of his infinity for healing-based magic and deep-rooted desire to make himself useful among the ranks of the TRS. Years of devoting himself to the concept of healing associated potions were proving to be a worthy sacrifice of time, the ravenette discovering an acute pride as he spoke. Never could Malakai imagine himself speaking smoothly, confidence enriching him to points of gratification over the rather menial accomplishment. While the bespectacled man remained mildly uncertain towards his capabilities in training Jamie, he found his concerns being quieted; almost as though somebody was empowering him with support at a constant. There was a relief in mental burdens, strange, but nonetheless welcomed.
The anxieties that plagued Malakai on the regular dissipated, the ravenette managed to appear more relaxed in body language. Everything appeared to shift, his shoulders once filled with unease from the burdens of a troubled past released the tenseness held in them. The stuttering had vanished, replaced by mere pauses as his mind found itself able to fixate on the matter on hand instead of fretting over the opinions of other individuals. Despite the rather uncharacteristic occurrences, the full-fledged medic remained unbeknownst to the magic occurring around him. There were no visual signs of the empathic healing occurring when Jamie entered the room, thus Malakai merely continued with the lesson. The mysterious spirits in the limbo of earth were another mystery to the magically inclined human, his lack of spiritual vision resulting in a blindness to the various existences in the room. There were peculiar hints to the other beings, evident by the "mood swings" Jamie displayed earlier, but alas the ravenette merely thought it could be symptoms of the contracted illness.
The secret lesson in addition to potion brewing was an unknown factor for to the mentor. He merely continued, being unaware of the other presence that lingered by Jamie. While the bashful man spoke, vaguely recalling the short period of time he spent beneath the watchful eyes of his own mentor. The woman in question had been patient and polite, a perfect match for the self-conscious and shy young man; they knew what they were doing when he enlisted which left the possibility of them still maintaining a similar caution. When it arrived at his own mentor, the woman was perfection in the art and provided sufficient information. They shared talents in witchcraft, allowing for their bond to tighten and the lessons to become partially formed around potion brewing for an advanced understanding. As the bespectacled man continued, he found himself proud of his social accomplishment at the moment, the rare excitement of capability in speech bringing a warming sensation to his heart. The lacking of painful stutters or absurd rambling was sparse with exceptions to events related to the battlefield.
Untamable bravery and dutiful determination would claim him when placed under the pressures of having to save his fellow TRS agents. The intense situation created for a rather uncharacteristic behaviour during those moments, Malakai oftentimes forgetting the grief of failure or his past in favour of attempting to limit the harmful inflictions on his fellow hunters, although, social confrontations were limited. The speech was mere demands, automatic in response to witnessing certain injuries over the years. The eye-widened expression provided in response to the question was unexpected, Malakai sparing a moment to wonder if his apprentice was surprised by the sudden capability of his mentor's lecturing. There was a brief pause as his apprentice pointed towards a mixture of varying colours. From what Malakai knew of his own potions, several colours oftentimes informed him it was a mixed brew; an uncommon guest among the bespectacled man's collection. Whenever mixtures were accomplished, they usually consisted of healing aids and pain suppressants, some even receiving a specific boost to heal certain afflictions.
Unfortunately, this could occasionally dim the effects of a certain component mixed into the brew, thus why Malakai refused to perform mixes with disinfectants. Removing infection from a wound was a requirement for a proper healing process and to avoid future sickness because of harmful bacteria or viruses. Once his apprentice sputtered out a response, the bespectacled man plucked the bottle from the group, carefully running his thumb over the label to better read the black ink. Carefully, the full-fledged medic adjusted his glasses, his hazel eyes carefully reading over his writing. While his suspicions were not entirely off, the mixture appeared to be a relaxant muddled with a pain reliever. It was an uncommon remedy on the battlefield, oftentimes an emergency brew he used to keep hunters or scouts from returning to the battlefield before they were properly healed. The thought shortly arrived, the bashful man's concerns over Jamie having to perform a task rising, but before he could nervously attempt to stumble through words, the anxieties were quieted, replaced with a peculiar confidence.
"It's a muscle relaxant and pain suppressor, usually these are used in the ward or for menial use under circumstances of strained muscles. Sometimes on the field in situations of hunters abusing their muscles and receiving some nasty sores. Although, stronger doses can work to sooth hunters or scouts trying to return to the field. That being said, tranquillizers are usually better to assure they receive proper treatment," Malakai began, before moving onto the colouring reason. "My mixtures tend to receive more flamboyant colours, this one likely being the prime of the bunch if it was with me. Each potion if displaying certain colours, which suggest it could be a good mixture. All depends on the ingredients and magic though for which colours get represented. Difficult to tell unless it is placed to the test. Anything else?"
Once Malakai finished speaking, his eyes flitted towards Jamie with curiosity to additional queries. Currently, the bashful man merely believed his apprentice's interest in the colours were an interest in his own magic. There were moments where people would inquire about the various colours of potions even after being informed it varied by the creator. Carefully, the bottle was returned to its location on the table, the warlock taking a moment to scrutinize the collection. There were a few more mixtures, one displaying red, orange and yellow while others displayed solid colours, commonly displaying an exaggerated colour. The salves kept their usual dull appearances, the creamy creations rarely displaying bright colours from Malakai's brews.
Much to Jamie's relief, Malakai remained oblivious to the supernatural forces at hand. So far, the dispositions and tendencies exhibited by his new mentor proved to be remarkably predictable, especially considering how much Jamie could correlate to them. Most people, excluding some TRS superiors specifically invested in the boy's inherent quirk, could hardly suspect this insipid-looking child to be able to clearly comprehend their every intents and emotions. Being the way he is, Jamie could not help being overwhelmed by bad conscience under the notion that he is technically intruding on other people's private lives. It was the very fact that that this ability had been deeply ingrained into his psyche since birth only served to incite his self-loathing. Already, Jamie felt like an old soul, having felt and observed a myriad of emotions just by being within the near vicinity of any living, sentient beings.
As such, Jamie could care less about his own well-being and happiness as he deems himself unworthy of such luxuries. To him, virtuous ones such as the bespectacled field medic before him are more deserving of such blessings. Such were prospects and sentiments beleaguered his already dreary train of thoughts whilst he clandestinely empowered Malakai's self-assurance through empathic manipulation. This, in conjunction to Jamie's own wistfulness and Manirak's frequent intercessions inevitably displaced the boy's concentration from Malakai's lecture. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten his initial objectives of consigning himself to Malakai's supervision as he was too engrossed in observing the spectacle that is his otherwise diffident mentor carrying out the lecture at his peak.
After having blindingly articulated his somewhat improvised question, the Arctic-born boy was soon exposed to a handful of terms he was barely conversant with, namely muscles relaxants, pain suppressors and tranquilizers. Nevertheless, he did manage to ascertain the said mixture's fundamental functions as a sort of pain reliever despite having only elementary knowledge of Southerner medicine. Perhaps the most fascinating piece of information he grasped from this was the fact that the potion was indeed concocted by Malakai himself. "What did the man say, he was referring to the colorful water was he not?" Manirak interjected as the elder spirit drifted across the room, closely examining any of the mixtures that visually caught his attention. Of course, Jamie was unable to answer the spectral being's inquiry and it was not as if Manirak anticipated any form of response, he was not that tactless.
By then it became evident to Jamie just how committed Malakai is to his occupation, providing his half-hearted query with such a well-constructed explanation. However just as Jamie predicted, he has been subjected to yet another question by the end of Malakai's commentary. In spite of the boy's ostensibly placid demeanor, there was always the looming discomposure on the inside, draining and drowning out any cognitive functions related to social interaction. It was a shame that Jamie possessed the capacity to influence the emotions of others yet lacked the ability to control that of his own. Listless eyes briefly shifted around the room, glancing past the crude looking fur garments of the elder spirit unceremoniously observing his every blunder. The subtle clenching of his teeth soon subsided as he slackened his jaw for yet another ordeal.
Unsurprisingly, the boy found himself unable to reciprocate for the first few seconds, in addition to the usual fluctuations in eye contact. Considering that any and all self-deprecating thoughts in Malakai have been theoretically subdued by the boy's innate gift, it became inevitable that he alone would be put on the spot. No longer could he brood over both their mutual anxieties as he practically orchestrated the upsurge in Malakai's self-esteem. Therefore, the most advantageous course of action that follows would be to emulate and maintain the semblance of an ameliorating resolve. Trepidation was imminent as the boy internally devised his subsequent question. The option to refrain from uttering any further inquiries should have been straightforward if it were not for Jamie unwittingly perceiving Malakai's feelings.
"You... created... all these potions?" the boy inquired with his typical sluggish tone. Although Jamie may have been cognizant of this fact beforehand, he could well surmise his mentor's faint desire to disclose more facts regarding his work. Likewise, Jamie could not deny his fascination in how magic plays into the equation. He believes that this may prove beneficial to him in the long run if he was to concoct such mixtures in future lessons. Furthermore, he may also acquire additional knowledge regarding the strange colors. It was not as if he could leave Manirak's curiosity unchecked after all.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Pride continued to transcend over Malakai as he gradually managed to proceed with the lecture. These were moments he was rarely entitled to, thus bringing a determination to advance the lesson. While he smoothly spoke, his hazel eyes would flit towards Jamie for a hasty analysis of the boy’s health. Receiving complete insight would be impossible, but the bespectacled man desired assurance of his apprentice’s medical standing in the moment. After the valuable information he read in correlation to Jamie’s condition, Malakai was naturally displaying worry over the young boy. The banes of empathic manipulation sounded horrendous which gave the full-fledged medic the desire to assist where he could, or at least make certain he would be alright during the lesson. Unfortunately, constant surveillance would create discomfort or a variety of other concerning reactions.
A casual glance was taken over the various potions, the bespectacled man awaiting an answer from his bashful student. Silence encompassed the room as Malakai spared a few moments to inspect the concoctions on the table, grabbing a few to read over their labels. It was a hastily done assessment that barely required conscious thought as he waited for his apprentice. The pause was longer than expected, the potion being slowly placed backed on the table while his hazel eyes fixated. There was a slight lift to the medic’s brow as concern touched his expressions again. Should he have perhaps finished the lecture opposed to continuing to make Jamie ask questions? His apprentice did possess difficulty creating an initial inquiry to ask, thus he could have been more patient and perhaps spaced out question periods. Shortly, Malakai glanced back to the floor, analyzing the tiles while contemplated what he could have improved.
There was something peculiar about the thought process, vaguely noticeable by the usually bashful man. Something appeared to entirely ban self-consciousness and anxieties, making it difficult for proper reflection. Silently, Malakai stared towards the tiles, uncertain what exactly to think or say. The emotions spinning through his head clashed, the bespectacled man remained confused on what to say. When his apprentice finally spoke, the full-fledged medic perked up slightly, a held breath escaping his lips as he soothed. The inquiry was simple, but nonetheless something he could use to continue the conversation. A sheepish grin touched Malakai’s lips, reassurance gradually touching his expression.
“I do… I gather the ingredients and mix them together. Then, of course, a pinch of warlock magic, it’s needed to complete the potion, he explained. “It’s mostly about getting the correct ingredients that react properly to your specific magic. Some recipes may not be as effective in my hands than somebody else’s. Either way, magic is complex and sometimes even varies from person. Like how mine tends to be more flamboyant colours while others may have more dull colours. There are plenty of variables for it naturally. A lot of recipes have similarities, however, which results in the types of potions maintaining their type and strength. Usually, it takes a few hours and one must be careful when attempting potions… They can become unstable and even explode.”
The lengthy explanation was surprising, Malakai pausing for a moment with surprise touching his countenance. The description was stated, the bespectacled man attempting to provide plenty of information about potion making, his newfound pride making is unlikely for him to skip any details. After a few moments, his hazel’s eyes fixated on the floor, bewilderment consuming him because of his peculiar actions. Wonder was taken towards where exactly his anxiety had gone, the disappearance of the emotions making it difficult for Malakai to understand what transcended over him. This sudden social adeptness was uncharacteristic to the bashful man which left Malakai pausing to ponder why he performed these strange actions. Once again, silence consumed the room as his thoughts fixated on what was occurring.
This radical change of attitude towards social situation was beyond Malakai, the full-fledged medic somewhat concerned about what was occurring. There was a chance that classes were not a positive idea for either of them considering the strange spell that transcended over Malakai's thought process. Self-reflection became difficult, his anxieties and self-conscious emotions appeared to be eradicated entirely, but the bespectacled man had not arrived at the conclusion of empathic manipulation meddling with his emotions.
Jamie was well aware of the implications behind his emphatic manipulation of Malakai, if that term should even be accurate in this scenario. The boy could not bring himself to allow this vicious cycle of fretfulness to persist throughout the entirety of the lesson, doing so would undoubtedly result in Malakai's eventual disinclination for his training. It was less of Jamie having qualms about Malakai's capabilities as a mentor but more for the sake of mutual reciprocity. Knowing full well that a mentor is suffering alone by enduring the stringent task of educating him, Jamie felt obligated to lend a helping hand. After all, the boy deemed himself too much of a burden for anyone to supervise accordingly... In his own way, Jamie cherished the presence of Malakai's aura. Letting him go due to both their shortcomings would truly be regrettable.
Following the momentary silence that ensued as Jamie gathered his words, the ambiguity within Malakai's thoughts dissipated upon Jamie's response. The boy felt a surge of relief after noticing the jovial expression on Malakai's face. The subsequent commentary was just as extensive and exuberant as the last which caused Jamie's eye to widen at the information presented to him. "So..." Jamie subconsciously uttered, much to his surprise. His heedless yet trivial gaffe caused caught him off guard as the boy was compelled to clear his throat in his attempt to suppress another bout of cough. Jamie had no choice, a couple seconds afterwards, he steeled himself and inadvertently expressed his wish "Is it possible... for me... to make them as well?". In his chagrin, he instinctively darted his eyes away so as to spare Malakai the vivid sight of his discomfiture.
In the meantime, Manirak retained his lukewarm grin throughout the duration of Malakai and Jamie's exchange. The elder spirit's sudden intervention in Jamie's lesson remained an unexplained phenomenon for now. Luckily for him though, the boy trusted him enough to permit such a blatant breach of privacy. Visiting the TRS Headquarters of all places, it is quite evident that Manirak was oblivious to the full extent of the base's facilities. Even now, the looming prospect of the elder spirit being detected by the organization's state-of-the-art CCTV cameras lingered at the back of Jamie's mind. How unfortunate indeed that Jamie's fears would soon come into fruition. As they speak, the young empath could discern the faint aura of what he recognized as a reaper slowly heading their general direction.
Just as the aforementioned reaper began to close in on the room, the hapless young apprentice was once again subjected to an overwhelming sense of apprehension. He could detect their intention to search for something... or more specifically, for someone. As such, Jamie unhesitatingly and repeatedly glanced over to Manirak at the any opportunity he could find whilst concurrently striving to avoid as much suspicion from Malakai as humanly possible. Given the urgency of the circumstance, Jamie steeled himself and maintained his collected demeanor as he softly clasped his hands together. Manirak immediately recognized the boy's call for attention "What is it Qaniit?" the elder spirit asked whilst drifting nearer to Jamie. Consequently, Jamie began ostensibly fidgeting his fingers against his palms when he was in fact, subtly conveying a message to Manirak in their native sign language.
Despite having supposedly acknowledged the cautionary message disclosed by the boy, Manirak appeared startlingly levelheaded. The ethereal being merely stared at the door for a brief moment shortly before he switched his attention back at the now increasingly agitated Jamie. Already, the palpitations from within the boy's chest intensified. His breathing began to gradually quicken in pace until to point where his panic was almost tangible. "Calm down my boy, it'll be okay" Manirak reassured the boy, although the effort seemed to be in vain. At this point, Jamie's eyes are noticeably fixated towards the spectral entity within the room, a body which was still very much imperceptible to Malakai's average human eyes. "You worry too much, I will handle this" Manirak followed up, much to Jamie's puzzlement. Why is Manirak still here? Jamie asked himself.
Manirak suddenly materialized into his physical form. Jamie, and most probably Malkai as well, was baffled by his sudden act. To this, the wrinkly faced spirit awkwardly grinned. "ᐊᐃᑦᑖ (Sorry)" The man then stated in a peculiar language Malakai must have been unfamiliar with. Jamie sprang out of his seat in horror, clearly trembling in place as his eyes shifted back and forth between Manirak and Malakai. "H-h-he... said... he was s-sorry!" The boy stammered to Malakai with a gawky grin present on his face. Jamie began to feel slightly lightheaded, staggered by the abrupt turn of events. He now had little options aside from trusting Manirak's judgement.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]There remained a slight confusion over the spontaneous confidence and smooth speaking patterns Malakai was exhibiting. Never could he dream of these capabilities, yet, they suddenly appeared on a silver platter for him to place into use. It was an unexpected upgrade from his regularly stumbling, socially awkward tendencies displayed in his normal behaviour. This unique spectrum of social talent was peculiar but endearing. For years, the bespectacled man coveted for adeptness in the art of conversation and finally he had been granted a fluency in words. While Malakai was rather overzealous about the concept of procuring these marvellous capabilities, there was fragility to his newly acquired conversation proficiency. The skill appeared to waver, sometimes strong while other times breaking and allowing for anxieties to breach mind. Everything about it was complex with hints of supernatural enforcement, but Malakai remained blind to the culprit who supported his emotional state. After a few moments of thought to the development, his mind focused on the significant objective of teaching his pupil; thoughts of his abrupt change in attitude could be done in private.
The teachings were progressing at a questionable rate, their effectiveness becoming a wonder to Malakai. There was hope verbal lessons would result in positive responses from Jamie, although, the medic remained unaware to the type of learner his apprentice could be. These discussions simply appeared to make the poor boy uncomfortable, evident to Malakai by the pauses and stutters between speech. Would longer pre-planned lectures be better suited for his student? Alas, the ravenette required a method to assure the information was being digested properly. Assuring Jamie's training sessions were success became a top priority for Malakai since he feared to fail the higher-ups on this important assignment. They expected for Jamie to be properly taught and perhaps for the education program for the bespectacled man to establish to accomplish this to excellence; or at least, to the perfectionist's belief. Everything was required to be done flawlessly, thus the earlier bouts of nervousness needed to be recovered from to maintain a smoothly flowing lesson for his apprentice to follow. He wanted to vanquish any uncertainty possible generated from his earlier word fumbles.
The inquiries assisted in feeding Malakai's belief of Jamie listening to his lengthy lecture, especially since the question itself correlated to the recently spoken information, potions. This specific question inquired about the possibility of gifted humans making potions. There was a brief pause as the bespectacled man sorted his words to properly explain to his apprentice the lengths a non-warlock/witch could reach in regards to potions.
"Well... not necessarily. You could, by all means, mix the ingredients, but a witch or warlock would be required to supply the magic. Gifted and witchcraft are two different types of magic, with witchcraft catering to tomes and potion brewing while gifted magic is suited for the abilities they possess," Malakai explained, pausing momentarily. "So, essentially, you can assist, but can't perform the magic yourself. Either way, mixing potions with somebody could be an interesting experience and perhaps help in understanding how magic varies between people."
The simple explanation was provided, Malakai hastily evaluating his thoughts to avoid missing any crucial information. Once the inquiry was answered, the ravenette's thoughts fixated on where exactly to guide the lesson. There was a brief moment of thought until the full-fledged medic noticed his apprentice's eyes lingering elsewhere. Immediately, the bespectacled man's brow lifted as he became confused by the sudden lacking in attention. The bespectacled man began to stare, bewildered by the abrupt unfocused behaviour being displayed by his apprentice. There was a shift in the expression of the young boy, resulting in Malakai being perplexed by the strange actions. The countenance displayed puzzlement, yet, the expression was aimed towards the empty air beside his young pupil. Promptly, the medic's gaze shifted towards the empty space beside Jamie, his brow still lifted in confusion. While he stared, began a strange phenomenon that resulted in Malakai backpedalling in surprise as he witnessed a peculiar man materializing inside the room and directly where his apprentice was staring.
A squeak of surprise escaped the startled Malakai's mouth as his heartbeat accelerated from the sudden appearance of this random individual. An awkward grin crossed their wrinkled face as a strange language was uttered, the words being entirely foreign to Malakai; he was only familiar with Latin and English. More steps were taken backwards, the full-fledged medic's hazel eyes analyzing the unexpected fur-clad visitor. Only a few moments after the strange language was spoken did Jamie stammer out a translation, the bespectacled man's eyes flitting towards him with surprise. How long had their invisible guest been standing there?
"H-how long as he... been there?" Malakai inquired nervously.
A countenance of surprise remained evident on Malakai's face as he attempted to straighten his thoughts after the unexpected situation he was launched into. There were theories made about the silent observer possibly being a higher-up supervising Jamie's development. The idea brought further questions related to if Malakai was doing an adequate job teaching the young boy about healing. Silently, the bespectacled medic stood awaiting possible judgement from the mysterious individual who intruded on the lesson.
A looming sense of disquiet had already rendered Jamie hard-pressed the moment his long departed relative informally decided to monitor the session. By then, it was inevitable that Jamie's attention would be divided between listening to Malakai's lesson, and acknowledging Manirak's presence. Now a reaper was en route to their room, apparently aware of the elder spirit's presence and was conceivably in pursuit of him as far as Jamie can tell. The said reaper's pacing was relatively slow, granting Jamie ample time to clandestinely warn the spirit of the possible danger ahead. It was quite palpable to Malakai the boy's preoccupation with something else other than his lessons. As such, Malakai's astonishment with regards to Manirak's abrupt materialization was naturally anticipated by the young empath who is now clearly on edge.
Perhaps it was quite natural that the overwrought Jamie is trembling in consideration of the predicament at hand, a predicament that undoubtedly necessitated him to speak up. Manirak wasted no time in unsuccessfully attempting to communicate with Malakai, which prompted Jamie to speak on his behalf. As soon as Jamie interpreted Manirak's apologies to Malakai, he turned to the elder spirit and frantically uttered in Inuktitut "ᐊᐅᓪᓚᖅᑐᑎᑦ ᐃᓐᓇᑐᖃᐃᑦ (Elder Manirak please you have to leave)" to which the fur-clad man disregarded and continued focusing his attention onto Malakai, much to Jamie's dismay. Instead, Manirak proceeded to introduce himself to the obviously perturbed field medic despite knowing full well the language barrier between them. Before long, Manirak suggestively turned back to Jamie, the young empath intuitively understood. "Erm... t-th-th-th-this is… Elder Manirak... he d-d-does not mean any harm!" Jamie nervously stammered out to the confused Malakai.
"He is family and… and umm.... I...." of course, Jamie's tongue soon tied up. Whilst the boy's eyes obsessively shifted from one floor tile to the other, Malakai then voiced out a question to which a flustered Jamie could not help but reflexively cough before replying. "He was... ob-... observing me... since the b-b-b-break and was here ever since...... ah... no erm, he's a good person! I swear and... and" The hues of the young boy's pallid face now vividly changed to a most vibrant red as if he was suffocating. In a matter of minutes, someone will arrive for his great great uncle. Nevertheless, Manirak nonchalantly persisted his comments, once again urging Jamie to coordinate with his seemingly irrational venture. "He... simply wished to-.... to study my performance here.... it is... not often that... we get to see each other after all..." Jamie uttered solemnly in his interpretation of Manirak's statement.
As Manirak resumed his explanation in the Inuktitut tongue, the elderly man's tone and words soon instilled a sense of urgency within the boy. Under such circumstances, Jamie should not let his phobia of social interaction burden both Manirak and Malakai. Both of them were counting on him after all. "It would seem that... Elder M-manirak's sudden presence had been detected and the... TRS are now sending someone over to-... to investigate." Jamie stated, his tone was as sombre as it was tense. Manirak continued with his statement "He... he wishes to express how truly sorry he was as he... he..." Manirak's subsequent words prompted Jamie to give the elder spirit a puzzled look. Manirak has finally made it apparent his motive for visiting Jamie... an issue which Jamie himself had an inkling of the moment he appeared before him the halls. "He...has something he wishes to tell me.... and now is his only chance..." Jamie declared right before redirecting his attention back at Malakai.
Unexpectedly, Manirak's following statement compelled Jamie to postpone his words.... Manirak apparently expressed his willingness to entrust his fate to the TRS agent seeking him, being cognizant of the fact that his presence may be unwelcome in this facility. Jamie could well discern that plan was not premeditated on Manirak's part due to the suddenness of his intentions. Despite Jamie's exceptional gift of supernatural empathy, the situation he was presented with rendered him helpless due to the abrupt nature of Manirak's request and the uncertainty behind the reaper agents intention should they discover Manirak's infraction. Although there was a low possibility that Manirak would be in grave danger, Jamie will not bring himself to take that chance. Jamie then cast aside his inhibitions and earnestly stared at Malakai.
And so, he pleaded to Malakai, the boy's hoarse yet childish voice displaying tangible undertones of distress "Please Mr. Moors we beg of you... please don't let them take Elder Manirak away yet... please tell them that he is just a harmless guest...." The tone of the boy's voice elicited a raised eyebrow from his older relative. Jamie's misrepresentation of Manirak's request somewhat displayed his ambivalence towards the motives of the TRS, an organization that so readily monitored almost his every move, an organization that he knew withheld information from him, an organization that Jamie perceived to have mandated Malakai into this role whilst surveying them both at the same time... Upon gazing at the bewitching hues of the boy's blue eyes, an overwhelming sense of sympathy would have permeated within Malakai's psyche due to Jamie's deliberate attempt at empathic manipulation.
Sensing this, the old man firmly placed a hand on Jamie's shoulder, prompting the boy to look over towards his wrinkly yet jovial expression. "It's okay Qaniit, the old fox's time here made him trust the Qallunaat as much as you do. I can take care of it from here, you need not worry." Manirak asserted the clearly concerned Jamie. "Come on boy, cease what you're doing, it is certainly not like you to be doing something so underhanded." after which Jamie lowered his head and immediately discontinued the manipulation process. Listless eyes once again stared and the floor intently whilst the venerated elder continued "Listen Qaniit, there is something I need to-"
Three knocks on the door and the old man's sentence was abruptly cut off. The reaper agent was here, most likely mindful of the three souls lingering within the room. The fact that Manirak has retained his corporeal form makes his encounter with this reaper inevitable. An anxious Jamie could only stare at Malakai, what happened next was out of his hands. Although the fact that Manirak will soon leave the premises was probable, the manner in which it was to be done now depended on Malakai.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Within seconds the situation provided to Malakai changed drastically at the notion of two individuals listening in on his lesson. There was fortune he could handle teaching one person, but two increased the bespectacled man’s anxieties. Two people, double the chances for failure somewhere in the lesson. Throughout his attempt of planning a class, Malakai merely accounted for Jamie and tried to hastily tailor a plan best suited for the bashful boy. Furthermore, the field medic was unable to understand the language the spirit confidently spoke. The man’s unexpected appearance inside the room was startling, the bespectacled man backpedalling in surprise despite the instance of the man being peaceful. Nerves constricted Malakai’s thoughts, making it difficult to focus on the situation. It was improbable the man was associated with the TRS, proven by the manner Jamie interacted with him and the young boy’s insistence. While Malakai’s interactions with Jamie were brief, the evaluation appeared correct from his observations. The stranger did not appear menacing, his apprentice introducing the spirit as Elder Manirak.
The first impression of the peculiar spirit was the manner of which he dressed that reminded Malakai of days spent in history class; he appeared like an old picture coming to life. There was a historic essence to the style of his clothing which suggested he originated from a colder climate, although, the peculiar language he spoke made it obvious he was foreign to Lorsette. Despite the existent language barrier, the bespectacled man's nerves remained tense the longer he remained inside the room. The strange language proceeded to be spoken, Malakai deducing various languages from the possibilities but nonetheless was confused. Translations were provided by his trainee, the bespectacled man nodding slowly as he attempted to mask his nervousness. He prayed to hide the inner tensions caused by the abrupt appearance of the spirit, but Malakai was clueless about how to properly handle the situation. When given an apprentice, there was time to panic and allow for all those emotions to simmer, but being secretly inspected by an elderly spirit was nerve-wracking. He could hardly interact properly with Jamie, now an additional guest threw his focus and confidence out the window.
Each translation was a nervous stammering of words escaping Jamie's lips as he explained what Elder Manirak was saying. Plenty of information was provided through stumbling explanations of his apprentice, the young boy stating the elder to be family and giving the explanation he desired. Since the break, the mysterious spirit had been observing their progress, resulted in Malakai flashing a sheepish smile, the medic proceeding to mask his discomfort. There was a palpitation to his heartbeat from the intense effects of his social anxieties alongside the sudden circumstances he was launched into. An abrupt family visit never crossed the bespectacled man's mind, thus his high levels of nervousness. These types of situations were not mentioned in the file, a majority of Jamie's history being vague and unclear according to the file. Unfortunately, these spontaneous situations had no manual for problems like this. When his apprentice mentioned the notion of a TRS agent to investigate, the bespectacled man released a nervous squeak. The arrival of a TRS agent suggested the individual in question could notice his lack of control in the situation.
Furthermore, the frightening notion of confrontation brought a subtle stomachache from the anxieties plaguing him. As the one-sided conversation proceeded, Jamie, continuing to insist that Manirak wished to express an apology after his spontaneous appearance. The declaration towards the spirit's motives was met with silence, Malakai carefully adjusting his glasses as he hesitated to speak.
"I... I..." The bespectacled man stumbled, uncertain what to say.
The room was promptly encompassed by silence, Malakai lacking the social adeptness to handle the unexpected situation. Calm breaths were maintained, the field medic attempting to create a soothing atmosphere in his mind; he needed to think straight, but after the abrupt appearance of the spirit, he remained shocked. The bespectacled man's hazel eyes glanced towards the ground, as he attempted to weave together words. Before the bespectacled man could manage to create a sentence, words stated in a distressed tone reached his ears. Slowly, Malakai's gaze raised to watch his apprentice as he pleaded for assistance with keeping Manirak safe from capture. Those blue eyes sparked something, the strings of Jamie's abilities being used for leverage, sympathy becoming overwhelming until his apprentice lowered his head. Quietly, the bespectacled man observed them, remembering no mentions of a family inside of Jamie's file. Was this perhaps all he had left? This strange elder could potentially be one of the few connections to home his student possessed. The concept brought him to that frightening place when he lived in New Brunswick, alone and scared because of his malicious mother.
Suddenly arrived the sharp knock to the door, Malakai jumping as the noise startled him. The field medic's eyes flitted between Jamie and the door, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Slow steps were taken towards the door, the bespectacled man pausing before reaching for the doorknob. The door was cracked open, the natural fear manipulation from the reaper resulting in Malakai wincing as he gradually straightened himself out in front of the door.
"H-hello," Malakai mumbled out.
There was a momentary pause as the reaper created eye contact, a frightening coldness in the agent's eyes.
"Based on the observations of our cameras, we have discovered an unauthorized guest inside the building. I simply wish to retrieve him and-" the reaper stated, attempting to push past, but Malakai remained where he was. "Mr. Moors, I request you move."
A moment was spent to glance back towards Manirak and Jamie before regarding the reaper with a soft sigh. There was a moment spent to gather his thoughts, Malakai struggling to simply allow them to take Manirak away; he wanted his apprentice to be comfortable. There were few people he could understand from having a similar personality makeup and social ineptness, but perhaps this spirit brought a calmness to Jamie.
"I'll handle it," Malakai stated with a sheepish smile. "I h-have been informed he is harmless. There... is no need to... possibly rile up the medical ward from an unexpected guest... The patients need to rest after all... I will... quietly handle it."
An unimpressed countenance marked the reaper's face from desperate attempt to insist towards capability in the situation. Everything about the attempt lacked command, making it difficult for the agent to feel a willingness to step aside.
"You have five minutes to handle it, but if I hear anything suspicious, I will be forced to interfere," the reaper mumbled before stepped aside to lean against the wall outside.
A hasty nod of acknowledgement was Malakai's answer before he quietly closed the door to release a lengthy exhale. Silence enveloped the field medic as his thoughts lingered on how exactly to handle the situation. He could already presume there would be TRS members desiring to question the mysterious spirit, but they would need an interpreter.
Needless to say, the unnerving atmosphere devoured the boy entirely just as Malakai gingerly reached for the doorknob. The will of a reaper was something his native people revered which naturally rendered both Jamie and to some extent, even Manirak reticent throughout the duration of the rigid exchange. Malakai's lack of assertiveness was quite anticipated although admittedly, he was somewhat successful in stalling for time just as Jamie requested. It was quite apparent to everyone in the room the futility of keeping Manirak here any further, after all 5 minutes would suffice for what needed to be said and done. As for the young empath, the presence of the reaper agent at least reassured the notion of them not having any impure motives as previously feared. That, in addition to a most sinking feeling of dread with regards to the elder spirit's true reason for being here.
As hard as it was to believe, the old tribesman was Jamie's only remaining link to his past. From an early age he was cognizant to the fate of all spirits in this plane of existence for they too were not exempt from an eventual voyage to the Land of the Moon according to the traditional beliefs of his people. As much as Jamie repudiated the notion, it was something the old Inuit held sacred and was very much anticipating. In the midst of Malakai's brief exchange with the reaper agent, a daunting stain of dark-purple that emanated from the seemingly composed Manirak began to overwhelm the empath's vision. The boy's eyesight became distorted in a most idiosyncratic way as all traces of luminosity seemingly vanished from his immediate surroundings. The black speck of phantasm from where the reaper once stood disappeared upon the sound of closing doors as Jamie donned a rather lacklustre expression, his eyes languidly drifting about.
Interestingly, Jamie's perception of the elder spirit retained its saturation in spite of virtually all other detectable elements possessing a poignant shade of dark grey. Before long, Jamie found himself staring up to Manirak in an uncharacteristically calm manner. In fact, Jamie already braced himself for this moment. Losing composure now would disgrace Manirak's soul for the inevitable, and of course Jamie did not wish to make it harder for the old spirit than it already was. A few seconds of pause elapsed shortly before Manirak finally returned Jamie's listless gaze, retaining his jovial demeanor which in turned masked the spirits dismay, although the affectation proved futile due to the boy's innate ability. "I suppose you are already have an idea do you not?" Manirak suddenly uttered whilst scratching his grey hair. "For around eighty years of this old fox's life as a human, I have known nothing but hunting, crafting and throat singing..." he added before chuckling lightly.
"You were probably too young by then to understand then but I'm sure it did not take you long to understand why I chose an icy funeral, is that right Qaniit?" Manirak inquired, eliciting ambivalent feelings from within the boy as he struggled to prevent himself from trembling. "Yet the One up the Northern Lights (Thanatos) had other plans, and honestly, I was happy." Jamie listened further, tight-lipped as usual. "Ever since the AP set foot on our ancestral land, our people suffered so much... it is quite ironic that only after my timely death was I able to venture out to Southern lands". Manirak asserted prior to placing a gloved hand over Jamie's shoulders. "Clearly you are already aware my boy, these Qallunaat are not as bad as the AP say... so promise me something Qaniit". Jamie nodded...
"Promise me that you stay with these people, you my boy are the last of my surviving kin who is either not one of those AP dogs or... well dead." Manirak pleaded, much to Jamie's bewilderment. As boy half-expected the elder spirit to literally beseech him to return to the Arctic, this request caught him somewhat off guard. "These Qallunaat are good people, you will be safe here... well most of the time at least". The Elder spirit commented, adding the last portion in hindsight of the city's recent upsurge in AP activities. "What... wh-wh-what about you Elder M-manirak?" Jamie queried, the shakiness in his voice resurfacing. Manirak responded rather casually "My time has finally come, Anguta will soon ferry me to Qudlivun (the Land of the Moon)" to which Jamie felt compelled to force a smile. "Th-that's great... I f-f-feel... happy... f-for you..." Jamie stammered out, endeavouring to conceal his inner misgivings, Manirak had been waiting for this moment since his death after all.
Before Jamie realized, the colours of his surroundings re-emerged once again. The boy's ostensibly cordial expression betrayed his evidently disquieted tone. Manirak then clasped the boy's other shoulder and abruptly twisted him such that the boy now faced a still puzzled Malakai. "I'll leave the explaining to you then!" the jolly old man nonchalantly exclaimed before settling himself down a nearby seat. Informing Malakai of the situation at hand was the proper thing to do. Almost immediately afterwards, Jamie coughed lightly so as to loosen his throat prior to switching back to English and apologizing. "I am... truly... very sorry for the disturbance we caused..." Jamie articulated in an uncommonly stiff yet sincere tone whilst he lowered his head. "I... also wish to... thank you for your... cooperation" Jamie added as his apathetic expression resurfaced.
Being subjected to the unsettling notion that Manirak, his last surviving and non-estranged family member will be departing for the realm of the afterlife soon, has depleted what little anxieties the boy had left. The pale face that Malakai's hazel eyes would have feasted upon was nothing short of lifeless. Jamie resorted to holding both his hands together lest his shaky hands induce any more unneeded sympathies from Malakai... he felt unworthy of it all, both Manirak and Malakai's kindness. "You have... a right to know what is happening... please ask me anything... that... needs answering" the boy stated in a most oddly lifeless manner. In the meantime, Jamie also took additional measures to ensure Malakai's composure with the aid of subtle empathic manipulation.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]An extensive breath leaked through Malakai's lips as he leaned against the wooden door heavily. Inside his chest, his heart beating rapidly after being forced into a confrontation; he was terrified of those situations. He could hardly handle the notions of conversing with another individual and attempting to maintain professionalism in his stumbling, pathetic and anxious voice. Furthermore, the individual in question was a reaper, evident by the sudden cord of fear which struck Malakai the instance he opened the door and faced those judgemental eyes. Fortunately, it was apparent the reaper understood the fragile importance of allowing the situation to possibly be handled quietly instead of waking or possibly disturbing the patients inside the ward; there could be an uproar if the individuals inside thought the TRS headquarters was in trouble. Slowly, the bespectacled man slid down the surface of the door to sit on the floor.
From his position he observed Jamie and Manirak interact as he slowed his breaths. Air would enter through his nose before being held for a moment and later released through his mouth in a drawn-out exhale. Under normal circumstances for a majority of people, these interactions were simplistic and easily handled, but Malakai struggled with an extreme, untamable shyness. Outside the pressure of the battlefield, he stumbled over his words and failed to provide himself with confidence. The problematic and frightening conditions of a battleground resulted in a requirement for focus, the constant reminder of fulfilling a necessary role allowing the bashful man to discover success. Fixation was placed mostly on mending the wounds of his fellow TRS agents instead of the dangerous circumstances unless death was approaching their location. Despite battling the possibility of being mortally wounded, he could hardly handle simple confrontation; nobody could believe he could muster bravery in the face of a fight.
Gradually, Malakai's knees inched towards his chest as he quietly resided himself to the floor. He listened to the peculiar language the pair spoke, unable to follow on account of his unfamiliarity. Throughout their conversation, he remained silent and clueless. While it could have been the mysterious sympathetic push or the understanding he felt for having only a sole person watching over you, Malakai had managed to perform and accomplish the actions to provide more time. After being limited to merely having his father, the bespectacled man could comprehend the importance of family; without his father, he could be stuck inside the dangerous walls of his mother’s house or perhaps dead from the abuse. Their talking proceeded, the field medic remaining on the floor while he listened to the subtle stirs of a pacing individual outside; presumably the reaper. Confusion remained evident in Malakai’s expression while he watched the pair interact, the young adult still clueless about the language.
When their gazes shifted towards him, the bespectacled man jumped, startled by the sudden attention he received. Following where the conversation was nearly impossible on account of Malakai’s lack of comprehension, but once the gazes shifted, the medic slowly lifted himself from the floor. There was still anxiety bothering the bespectacled man as he stood, nervous about the current situation. An apology followed by the offering to inquire about the situation, Malakai paused.
“Well…” There was a pause before the bespectacled man could finish a stammered sentence, the emotional crutch of empathic manipulation supported his speech. “... Perhaps we should handle the reaper outside… they would likely want to interrogate Manirak to make certain he is not a threat… With the situation of the war, we have to be careful.”
The explanation was simply presented, the confidence suddenly returning from Jamie’s ability affecting him in full-force. While Malakai had numerous questions, he desired to avoid further interruptions, the reaper being the primary risk. Unfortunately, beyond that, Malakai was uncertain where he wanted to begin his inquiries after the scene which played out in this brief amount of time. Everything happened extremely quickly, ultimately perplexing the field medic, although, this was partly because of the language barrier. A moment was taken to glance towards the door before lifting his wrist to glance at the minutes gradually clicking away. There was plenty to cover, Malakai even considering opening the folder to question some of the material since there were some confusion sections, however, there was one curiosity the bespectacled man wanted to ask currently.
“I am wondering what Manirak needed to speak to you about… I understand if it is personal, but I am surprised it could not have waited,” Malakai began. “Furthermore… how much of the lesson did you catch despite having a distraction?”
Providing Jamie with a proper education was necessary, but there were tons of information Malakai was curious about. Why was Manirak here in the first place was the main wonder, considering it resulted in the lesson’s interruption and brought the concern of the TRS. If he gathered the significant information, perhaps he could provide it to the higher-ups and limit the number of questions and stress on the family. Then naturally knowing the amount of information Jamie absorbed was another factor he desired to know, especially since the peculiar behaviour he exhibited because of Manirak had brought numerous concerns. He wanted to successfully teach his apprentice, but the number of interruptions to their introduction class made everything extremely difficult to handle and suggested the possibility of having to repeat some of the lessons.
The apathetic expression that adorned Jamie's pale face betrayed the utter trepidation that disseminated from within his mind and soul, draining every last ounce of self-esteem he has left in him. Oftentimes, Jamie yearned for the luxury of blissful ignorance. Countless times had Jamie questioned this predetermined fate, this perceived curse of his which had deprived him of his childhood. His gift had offered him nothing but misfortune and anguish, a blight which brings him to the perpetual discourse as to whether or not he deserved the privilege of a peaceful life which his people had in contrast, been violently dispossessed of. It was the boy's once gullible eyes that had beheld upon the cold, lifeless corpses of his parent's bodies. It was these very same eyes that had so lamentably witnessed the utter annihilation of entire tribes, the degradation of a once proud people and the overwhelming sorrow of countless individuals. Having feasted his young eyes upon such horrors, it was only reasonable that he no longer considered himself a child... to act like such after being subjected to such harrowing scenes would be unbecoming of him.
Even now, the commonly undisclosed sentiments and desires of both Manirak and Malakai are being intuitively deciphered by the young empath. To be uncovering otherwise personal emotions induced repeated bouts of regret for Jamie for he felt responsible for essentially invading their privacy. Throughout the duration of the lesson, Jamie had already familiarized himself with his mentor's predicament with regards to anxiety which oftentimes eclipsed a sheer passion for his work. As such, Jamie could not help but feel unworthy of the man's tutelage due the unfounded belief that he would supposedly cause Malakai nothing but misfortune... In the end, however, the boy was merely reluctant to become close to another person in foresight that they too would soon be lost. Despite the relative calmness that transcended over the boy upon close proximity to his mentor's aura, perhaps it would be best not to associate with Malakai any further for his talents might be wasted onto someone like him. After all, it was much better to lose them earlier when such bonds were still recent and fickle.
Outside the room, the young empath deftly perceived the presence of the Nephilim nurse from earlier readily interacting with the reaper agent. She ultimately proved to be a scout, sent to observe Jamie's behavior, that is if his empathic reading proved accurate. Jamie should have known, the Nephilim proved quite adept in hiding her emotions yet Jamie detected the woman's tendency to be perpetually mindful of the boy's presence back when he was in the halls. Upon this realization, Jamie was not surprised. Ever since his uncle signed those papers and conferred custody of him to the TRS, the organization was technically free to oversee his development as long as it adhered to legal procedures. Jamie predicted another agent to be sent accordingly, to inquire his about the presence of this elder spirit. Admittedly, Jamie had been relatively tight-lipped regarding his Astral Vision... after all, memories of AP agents interrogating him about the ability was still fresh in his mind.
On account of the limited time they were provided with, Jamie felt compelled to reinforce Malakai's self-confidence lest the tense atmosphere hypothetically rendered him still slumped on the floor, tongue-tied. In the back of the boy's mind, self-reproach slowly began devouring his conscience bit by bit in hindsight of the dilemma so fortuitously placed upon the kind medic. Malakai's supportive remarks prompted Jamie to face the nonchalant and carefree Manirak lounging about on his seat. The reaper outside felt no inclination whatsoever to perceive Manirak as a threat, perhaps due to their soul sensory ability accurately detecting the untainted yet soft glow of the elder spirit's soul. Nevertheless, it was only natural that they would soon be due an interrogation. "Please do not worry, I will... handle it..." Jamie replied. Malakai's subsequent inquiry compelled Jamie to face the bespectacled man's general direction.
It then became evident Malakai's commitment to persist in supervising Jamie despite the unhindered mental burden he was just exposed to on their first day. Then again, there was certainly no means in which Malakai would have been cognizant to their superior's agenda. With regards to his query, Jamie could not help but look down in a futile attempt to conceal his despondency whilst his fingers instinctively interlocked with one another. Jamie was rendered speechless for a moment as he begrudgingly formulated his reply, he did after all, permit Malakai to interrogate him to his heart's content. "Elder Manirak... he is leaving for Qudlivun-" Jamie paused for a bit, his hands having shot up to cover his lips. "L-l-leaving for... Th-th-the Land... of the Moon..." The boy muttered, well aware of his poor translation of their version of purgatory- "Ahhh... you Southerners... m-might refer to it as Purgatory... or... Heaven err..." The trembling in Jamie's arms resurfaced as he now redirected his gaze back towards an abnormally placid Manirak.
The elder spirit's apathy conveyed a clear message, Jamie was henceforth, going to be on his own. As Jamie's facade of listlessness faltered once again, the usual flushing of his face returned while steeled himself to face Malakai. "Ah... our people b-b-back in the Arctic believed... that all souls go there and..." Jamie's words got cut as he struggled to come up with more appropriate replies. "And... and Elder Manirak will soon meet with this... this entity Anguta who will-" Jamie then paused upon realization of his contrived explanation, coughing afterwards whilst his trembling gradually worsened. "Anguta is... actually a… a …wraith as you might call them- oh, erm... I saw him before see and..." At this point, Jamie shut his eyes, becoming aware that he was now rambling. Stating that he once saw what the Inuit considered to be a deity and referring to him as a wraith might have come off as rather blasé. Nevertheless, Jamie continued with his chaotic yet heartfelt explanation.
With his eyes still shut, Jamie rambled on, quite uncharacteristically at that. "Y-y-you see... Elder Manirak always... a-a-always wanted to go to Qudli- no erm... I mean... the Land of the Moon after his death and..." Jamie choked up for a moment as he felt a most peculiar swelling from within his eyelids. "He c-c-came here... because h-h...he wanted to meet me one last time and... ah- I'm... really sorry for that! he might not have been aware of... of this p-place's facilities but..." Suddenly Jamie's breathing began to intensify as he sniffed loudly. This was... the worst, absolutely mortifying, yet Jamie resolved to be strong... that was his promise to his parents. "He... simply wanted... to see me one last time before...." Jamie suddenly opened his eyes, bewildered by the dampness in his eyes and the trickle of liquid streaming down his reddened cheeks. Much to Jamie's disbelief, he was crying. Despite the promises made to his late parents, despite the promise made to himself, he could no longer bring himself to remain stoic as pretty soon, Manirak would be taken from him a well.
Soon after frantically wiping his tears away with his own sleeves, Jamie bawled softly. His already trembling feet wobbled in place as even the act of remaining on his own two feet proved increasingly hard. Jamie had apparently forsaken his promise to remain strong for he reacted just as any other child would when informed that a loved one would soon pass on to the next life. He cried, and that he did. Manirak, upon witnessing Jamie's woeful display soon abandoned the carefree look on his face and slowly stood up. Bouts of dry coughing accompanied the boy's anguished moans as Jamie's repressed emotions ultimately overflowed in a most poignant fashion, and it certainly does not appear to be ceasing any time soon.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]The initial training lesson proved to be rather challenging on account of the disturbances alongside the nature of them. There were countless interruptions which resulted in a difficulty to teach the basics of TRS medical care. The peculiar set of complications left Malakai struggling to maintain composure and organize his lesson. Fortunately, the abrupt influences of empathic manipulation allowed the bespectacled man to maintain a shred of strength. There was plenty of information to absorb from the recent minutes which the full-fledged medic paused a moment to process entirely. Furthermore, the field medic's lack of understanding towards the language Jamie and Manirak used to converse. These situations were impossible to prepare for and with a confident reaper hunter lingering outside the door. Nervousness would plague each of Malakai's movements, but the crutch of empathic manipulation chased the frightful notions of failure away. Before the explanations could truly proceed, the bespectacled man knew the reaper outside needed to be handled beforehand.
The functions of the TRS were something Malakai respected, therefore making him inclined to handle the situation involving the hunter outside. After years of volunteering in assisting the TRS, the full-fledged field medic felt obliged to assist and handle the problem related to the hunter and Manirak intrusion. Unfortunately, Malakai remained uncertain over what would happen should Manirak be handed over to TRS custody for possible interrogating. Under most circumstances, the bespectacled man would proceed to panic criticize himself despite there being no procedures to avoid these perplexing situations, although, Jamie's abilities continued to influence his mood. Stressful situations could provide one of two drastically different outcomes for Malakai, one requiring medical based circumstances to function while another oftentimes overwhelmed and upset him. He frequently struggled to manage the stresses outside of the field, his perfectionist mindset making it difficult for Malakai to feeling comfortable. On the field, while wound dressings needed to be cleansed and well-executed, minor mistakes could be forgiven if the patient was provided more time before being shipped to the ward; minimizing damage was the objective.
There were frequent moments where Malakai cried, especially during his earlier years with his mother, her perfectionist attitude oftentimes bothering him. He felt inferior to her capabilities, but fortunately, his father assisted in providing him the confidence to handle the struggle with his past. Once asking his inquiry, the situation developed to become more perplexing as names and terms the bespectacled man never heard before were stated. The confusion dissipated the longer Jamie explained, Malakai attempting to comprehend the information became a greater struggle. The interesting difference in language was rather astonishing, the translations being appreciated. The explanation began fluently, albeit, for an anxiety ridden child like Jamie. Despite the stumbling stutters, Malakai managed to understand the words, however, would require a silent moment to entirely understand the unique situation provided to him. While the field medic was smart, he occasionally needed moments to digest information in its entirety, although, as the explanation proceeded, Malakai easily understood one notable fact; Elder Manirak planned to pass onto Purgatory. Despite the foreign names Jamie used and explained, the bespectacled man knew the mere invoking of Purgatory frequently meant death or was directly related to the undead.
There was a cold, empty feeling which hit Malakai’s gut when the details about Manirak’s desires to enter Purgatory were discussed. Death, a rather nerve-wracking topic in the medic’s mind, developed into an acute fear, but constant fret. There were many instances where he witnessed the devastation it brought, evident in the lowered moral in certain units. On intermittent moments, the field medic witnessed the frightfully cold experience of watching light drain from a patient’s eyes as they passed into Thanatos’ domain. There was always a chilling and foreboding feeling which accompanied each occurrence, causing Malakai's thoughts to wander into the darker depths of his mind where he pondered if his grave would be on the battlefield. The conversation related to the grim topic caused the bespectacled man's heart to drop, his understanding of the emotional ramifications of loss being thorough from his two years in service at the TRS. The explanation related to Manirak's desires began deteriorated, Jamie closing his eyes to proceed.
Changes became evident on the young boy's face, Malakai's expression shifting to concern as his apprentice displayed unusual traits throughout his explanation. Tears welled, rolling down the child's cheeks before finally he began to cry. Considering the overal theme of the clarification, the bespectacled medic easily assumed it was related to Manirak's passing; there would be no other explanation for the crying session. There was a pause before Malakai softly touched Jamie's shoulder, concern evident on his face. Another pause insued, the field medic slowly weaving together the best sequence of words he could tell the child.
"It will be okay," he murmured awkwardly. "Do you need to sit down for a moment?"
The words were spoken in a soft tone, but proceeded to hold awkwardness and uncertainty; Malakai was rarely on the comforting side of the crying. Under almost all circumstances, his father would arrive to comfort him, most particularly after nightmares or an intense, stressful day. From his experiences, Malakai rarely delt thoroughly with the loss of a relative; most of his grandparents died during his youngest years and his father became the only family member he maintained a thorough connection with. Words were stuck in Malakai's throat, his unfamiliarity with these types of situations making it harder to provide comfort. Time proceeded, the minutes provided to "handle" the situation ticking down, the reaper lingering outside with a scout, the scout being an unknown factor to Malakai. Eventually, there would be a knock on the door, each under the belief he failed, but fixation was placed entirely on attempting to calm Jamie. The bespectacled man quietly chewed his lip before exhaling an extensive breath to clear his mind.
"How... how about you sit down... Jamie?" Malakai asked quietly. "I can get you some kleenexes... and maybe some water."
The bespectacled man was trying his hardest to sound comforting to the adolescent, his tone improving from the initial attempt; the softness remained, but the awkwardness was minimized slightly. Based on his evaluation on Jamie's physical and mental condition, Malakai already planned to cancel the lesson to give Jamie time to cope; he assumed his apprentice needed time to calm himself and mourn his future loss.
Needless to say, Jamie ultimately reached a breaking point, culminating in tears as over a year's worth of suppressed emotions breaking free from the deepest recesses of his heart. Taking into account his background history and the environment he was raised in, the fact that Jamie is still somehow predisposed to possibly relive such horrors was both praiseworthy and worrisome, especially considering his current display of frailty. The young empath's perceptive capabilities transcended self-consciousness. He is quite literally, incapable of disregarding the feelings and intentions of any perceptible souls within his empathic radar. Naturally, the harrowing emotions and imagery he was inadvertently subjected to rendered him somewhat disenchanted about the world as it is. How could he, in good conscience, brood over his own problems while knowing full well that a good portion of souls he detected were suffering as well?
Jamie was no psychic, he is far from omniscient. Perhaps his tendency to speculate the worst regarding the countless arrays of negative emotions and intentions he had been exposed to was simply a defensive mechanism to counteract his hopes being crushed in the end. The blackness that painted the entirety of the boy's vision gradually reddened as a result of the incessant rubbing of his eyes with his sleeves. Jamie's distressed sobbing was soon accompanied by light bouts of coughing right before the comforting gesture of Malakai gently placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. In addition to hearing the field medic's amateurish yet sincere attempts at consoling him, he also perceived the recognizable sensation of the nigh unbearable apprehension from Malakai's aura. Of course, Malakai's feelings, his benevolent intentions, his predictable responses, all of it the young empath had involuntarily studied at this point. More importantly, he also discerned a profound sense of remorse radiating from the faint glow of Manirak's aura despite his otherwise stoic expression.
Before long, Manirak himself sauntered closer towards both Jamie and Malakai as soon as the knocks were heard on the door. With Manirak's guidance, the still tearful Jamie was escorted towards the nearest seat, much to the boy's chagrin considering the burden he placed on both individuals who clearly had no time to babysit a troubled child. Moreover, he managed to detect a familiar presence advancing towards their location posthaste, just as he anticipated. The moment Jamie's debilitated form settled down the seat, he resolved to steel himself and cease what he believed to be meaningless snivelling and attempted to stifle any and all tears from escaping his tear ducts. This was certainly a moment that will stain Jamie's memories for the weeks to come, an apology was clearly due for subjecting both Malakai and Manirak to his unsightly crying, at least that was what he genuinely believed. Shortly afterwards, he endeavoured to open his eyes at last.
"Okay now hold your apologies Qaniit, it is unneeded... you did good, this old fool acknowledges your concern..." Manirak declared, immediately catching Jamie's attention. Manirak then hastily leaned closer and rubbed his nose against Jamie's forehead before turning his attention to the door and positioning himself near it. Their moments are numbered before the aforementioned agent Jamie was acquainted with arrive to question him. Now directing his reddened eyes towards Malakai, Jamie felt compelled to gulp his inhibitions away prior to clearing his throat. "Apologies... I made you feel uneasy yet again..." Jamie softly uttered in a deadpan voice, his gaze now firmly fixated towards the bespectacled man, showcasing his newfound determination. Now was not the time to fret... feelings had to be set aside in such circumstances...
With regulated breaths, he added slowly "I am also sorry... for not informing you earlier... about the extent of my abilities". A short pause followed as Jamie braced for the worst "Empathy... I possess the ability... to read and manipulate the emotions of other people... this is something I am unable to control..." Although Jamie had finally garnered the courage to fully inform Malakai about his abilities, it was quite a shame that it had to be such pressing circumstances that finally urged him to speak out. "I am... not a good person Mr. Moors... what you are feeling right now... may not be real..." Jamie then raised his hand and discontinued the Empathic manipulation process.
Lowering his head in shame, Jamie uttered solemnly "I have been... influencing... ce-certain... aspects of your emotions... for my own benefit..." Afterwards, Jamie raised his head and once again directed his melancholic gaze towards Malakai. "In a few seconds... a Medical Director will arrive to... assess my situation... please do inform him of how you truly feel... about me..." After that remark, Jamie then struggled to wear a weak smile on his still anguished face. "Don't worry... what you were feeling... is normal... you are after all...... after all-" Jamie paused again for a bit "You are not the first Mentor they have tried to assign to me after all..." He said, in a somewhat inept effort to reassure Malakai. By the time the aforementioned Medical Director neared the door's entrance, Jamie stood up, his mortifying commentary seemingly done.
As Jamie slowly headed towards Manirak, a troubling sensation in his chest compelled him to look back for a moment. "Thank you Mr. Moors... if... if it is okay with you, I... I would love to continue th-this le-" Three knocks on the door interrupted the boy's words, reducing him to merely nodding at Malakai before hastily opening the door.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Bonafide consoling was considered the only action Malakai could accomplish in this intense; he merely prayed he could do an ample job comforting his distress. There were certain objectives he wished to complete considering the numerous incidents where people were forced to assist him. Alas, he could hardly believe himself to be useful in soothing others, his tendencies to be rather emotional and sensitive. Plenty of things easily triggered his concern or could potentially upset him, most specifically incidents related to his dastardly mother. The torturous circumstances of Malakai’s past would always remain in memory, but occasionally be pushed away for the sake of bravery. After a few moments, the bespectacled man gave Jamie’s shoulder a squeeze of reassurance while attempting to calm the distraught young boy. The intense benevolence which Malakai held encouraged him to keep trying to calm the young boy, but his ineptitude in these endeavours kept his voice silenced. He was uncertain on what could possibly be spoken to sooth his apprentice.
Admittedly, Malakai thought Manirak's leaving could possibly be the primary cause of the sudden outburst. There were no thoughts towards the weights which could burden his apprentice. Unlike Jamie, the bespectacled man was prone to these incidents of crying and considering the boy's youth, Malakai was unable to guess the possibility of his apprentice's haunting past arriving to further the distress; the background merely provided sufficient information, but failed to relent a more detailed analysis unlike the remainder of the folder. When Manirak arrived to guide Jamie towards a chair, the field medic inched back, allowing the individual who possessed further knowledge of the young boy's behaviour to handle the situation. Based on the explanation, they were related, thus the bespectacled man presumed their connection remained tight. Already, Malakai assumed Manirak would be better at consoling than himself. A few steps were taken back, the full-fledged medic awkwardly standing while the spirit soothed the young boy; Malakai could not even think of other words to say.
When Jamie began working to compose himself, the field medic wandered towards the assortment of potions grouped on the table. These stressful occurrences resulted in Malakai wondering if postponing the remainder of the lesson was better. Each interruption developed created concern considering the nature of these interactions; each posed an interesting problem and appeared to arrive abruptly. They never ceased, each arriving in concession after the former, which left the state of the lesson in question. Perhaps this should be considered a mulligan? There could be a make-up day, the bespectacled man never paying mind to the possibility of stating he was unfit to train Jamie. While his skills were questionable, Malakai desired a second chance to complete the initial lesson, although, he remained unbeknownst to the manipulation taking place during the first lesson. As he debated post-poning the session or completing it, he would occasionally spare a glance of worry towards Jamie. Witnessing somebody cry left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Malakai's stomach; he wished he could be better assistance to the distraught child.
The field medic's attention was divided until his apprentice began to speak, thus diverting his attention from the debate. An apology was provided in regards to the sudden display of sorrowful emotions, and oddly, there was something nostalgic about it all. Whenever Malakai hurled himself into the darkest depths of his emotions or experienced a horrifying nightmare, he would frequently apologize to his father for causing a disruption. His father always shook his head and insisted it was never necessaity, going lengths to state it was apart of his job as a parent to assist his precious son whenever possible. There was a pause before the field medic attempted a reassuring smile, but it was awkwardly lopsided.
"Don't worry about it... S-sometimes people... need to cry," he responded quietly.
Afterwards, the conversation began delving into the strength in Jamie's powers, which was unexpected by the bespectacled man. While the files provided a glimpse into the capabilities of his apprentice's empathic manipulation, thus as the young boy explained, Malakai's attention shifted to him. Surprise promptly filled the medic's hazel eyes as the young child explained in the capabilities of his empathic manipulation. Listening to the explanation was stunning to the bespectacled man, but sensible considering how his earlier spouts of sudden social confidence. Everything about his apprentice's clarification was sensible, especially when the manipulation ceased, startling Malakai from the sudden flood of non-conflicting emotions or lacking of specific ones. He was controlled like a puppet on strings, falling victim to the success manipulation of emotions. The bespectacled man felt used by the young empath, although, the final note about him not being the first to attempt training the young boy surprised him.
There were inquries about why the higher-ups decided the bashful and social inept man was apparently "suitable" for the job, but perhaps they were beginning to run low on options. Several mentors attempted and proved to fail the task of training the young boy, and should his decision became to do similar, what exactly would happen to Jamie? There were conflicting opinions, the field medic concerned about the manipulation which occurred while in Jamie's presence, but also concerned about the sorrowful boy willing to admit the rather underhanded acts he accomplished which most appeared to be an attempt to aid the lesson. Without the influence of courage, Malakai would easily become a bumbling mess should he manage to stumble over a world or provide invalid information. Then arrived the thanks for the lesson, but the sentence was promptly cut off by the knocking. There was a pause as Malakai glanced at Manirak and Jamie before slowly heading towards the door. The doorknob was grabbed in a slow, shaky and anxious moment, the bespectacled man opening the door which squealed in complaint. In a shaky motion, Malakai adjusted his glasses, remaining silent as uncertainty hit him; he could hardly come to an opinion or a decision with the restricted time.
Malakai was an anomaly, not a single proclivity towards the withdrawal of their mentoring duties had been detected. With regards to Jamie's previous three mentors, such was the outcome. They are made to sign a sample form, the introductory lessons commence under less-than-optimal circumstances, they begin showing symptoms of either disinterest or suspicion, then finally the medical director debriefs them after which what little inclination they had left for serving as Jamie's instructor fades into oblivion. Jamie was no fool, likewise for the medical director, they were conscious of the implications behind their every act. For better or even for worse, it was preordained that Malakai would be placed under scrutiny due to the mere fact of being associated with the young empath. What unfolds within the the room following Jamie's anticipated departure, he could no not ascertain. The medical director had an agenda, that much Jamie was cognizant of as he would inevitably he escorted away from the consequent interrogation process, distancing him so as to prevent his empathic radar from acquiring more information than intended.
Before long, Manirak gently pulled Jamie over to his side no sooner than Malakai verged upon opening the door. The gentle rustling of the elder spirit's caribou fur parka against the boy's cheek was the last, truly appeasing sensation he felt prior to the entrance of the expected visitor behind the door. The very moment Malakai's hands gingerly turned the doorknob, an internal barrage of disquietude in the form of spectral, indigo phantasms began orbiting around Jamie. The door opened, revealing a swarthy man with dark wavy hair clad in a bluish-white coat with green accents by the upper sleeve are, a dress code peculiar to high-ranking TRS medical ward staff. He held loosely by his left hand a clipboard containing a handful stacks of paper in place. Visible by the rim of his breast pocket was a steel badge which upon closer inspection, revealed his identity; Dr. Gurinder Rana.
A rather prominent presence in the medical ward due to his superior intellect and relative popularity with subordinates, the fact that the medical director has made his entrance to the room will inevitably perplex Malakai, as is foreseen by Jamie. Immediately afterwards, Dr. Rana glanced over to the Elder Spirit resting his arms over Jamie and gave him a wide grin. With upbeat steps, Dr. Rana strode closer to the rather anachronistic-looking Inuit man and remarked with his posh English Accent "Well now, is everything alright here?". He then diverted his attention towards the impassive Jamie who merely nodded in response. Suddenly, Jamie felt an urge to hastily look back at Manirak as the elderly man impulsively mimicked the Doctor's sanguine demeanor and approached him before suddenly exclaiming "Manirak!". The spirit then outstretched his arm to which Dr. Rana jovially shook, with both hands at that. "Ah yes yes, you must be Mr. Manirak, Welcome to the TRS Medical Ward, I assure you that no harm will come to you." Dr, Rana assured, leaving a confused Manirak to stare up the man with an awkward smile before spontaneously declaring in a futile attempt at communicating in English "Good... morning..."
Somehow, Dr. Rana could not help but giggle "And good morning to you too Mr. Manirak". Jamie then sauntered closer behind his great-granduncle, meekly tugging at the elder spirit's fur coat in his endeavour to make him stop. Meanwhile, Dr. Rana bent over slightly so as shower Jamie with his patronizing gaze. "You did good Jamie, the lesson actually went better than the previous ones!" He declared, prior stretching his back and directing his attention towards the Nephilim nurse lingering outside. "Lucy, over here please" He instructed prior to scanning the nearby surroundings and- "Ah, yes I almost forgot, Malakai!" He exclaimed. "Apologies for all this, but I'll get back to you in just a minute, I owe you an explanation." He then promptly redirected his gaze towards the listless boy and with a soft tone, requested "Now Jamie, follow me and Lucy here, oh, and do ask Mr. Manirak to follow please."
As such, Jamie took a hold of the quirky old man's hand and before exiting the premises, turned towards Malakai, giving him one last nod "Goodbye Mr. Moors...". In hindsight to past experiences, the subsequent scenario revolving around the dialogue with Dr. Rana might significantly increase Malakai's desire to relinquish his role as mentor. The medical director is not a corrupt individual per se, but neither was he a morally just man. The young empath gazes upon the aura of Dr. Rana to which the all too mundane illumination of grey signalled the man's moral ambiguity. He wanted something from Jamie and has a clear motive for investing in him. Dr. Rana himself was cognizant to the boy's empathic reading, and to the fact that his intent to do further research on the boy is being perceived at this very moment. "Now Jamie, this is certainly... something new." Dr. Rana remarked in the midst of their walk towards the main hall.
Without giving Jamie the chance to study his facial expressions, Dr. Rana maintained his ostensibly cheerful expression whilst facing forward. "I assume that Mr. Manirak here is not your only... supernatural friend is he not?" Dr. Rana inquired, eliciting a most chilling sensation down Jamie's spine. "I'm sure there must have been a reason as to why I was not informed earlier... I completely understand your sentiment, but please do understand the we are here to help..." After which, he diverted his attention towards Jamie with a genuine smile, "I'll only ask you and Mr. Manirak a few questions then we'll let him go okay?" Dr. Rana reassured, prompting Jamie to nod in agreement upon discerning the sincerity of his words. As the group arrived at the center of the crowded hall, the Doctor directed his gaze at the Nephilim nurse "Right Lucy, I'm going to need you to escort Jamie and his guest over to the dorms, I'll leave them in your care until I return."
Of course, the medical director still had to debrief Malakai after all. With much haste, Dr. Rana briskly walked back towards the room, taking into account that it was beyond the boy's empathic radar at this point. Clutching the clipboard closely, he casually opened and shut the door before clearing his throat and sighing heavily. The Doctor withdrew the pen slightly jutting out of his breast pocket and began scribbling down notes whilst glancing over to Malakai every now and then. "Now Malakai, that... was Jamie Ungalaq, age thirteen and of the human race, albeit quite a gifted one..." Dr. Rana flatly stated before halting the writing process and maintaining steady eye contact with Malakai. "To be completely honest, I wasn't really expecting much from you... don't get me wrong you're an valuable asset out in the field yet you're definitely not my first pick for a mentor, nope, didn't even cross my mind initially." He stated in a rather laid-back, if not blunt manner. "Yet upon further analysis, I surmised that the subject; that is Jamie Ungalaq, might react positively should he interact with another individual he could relate to..."
Dr. Rana smiled, "I took a gamble here Malakai, and you did a much better job than expected!" he exclaimed, following up with a few well-placed claps. "Your interaction with the boy helped me understand him better... I have been surveying the lesson room with the CCTV's by the way..." After which he nonchalantly flipped over a page in the paper which Malakai signed, underlining a phrase stating that their interactions may be recorded, holding it aloft for Malakai to behold. "Now, before we get to the nitty gritty, I'll have to ask you; Disregarding the... intrusion by the uninvited guest, what did you think of the boy?" He inquired, bracing his pen in the meantime in anticipation of Malakai's response.
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